Gav Quotes

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

Thanks, Gav. I can always count on you to say things that help me in no way whatsoever.

êvar e baran hûr hûr dibare tenê me na ne tenê me hemû bajar li gel min gav diavêje tenêtî karxezalek bû nêçirvanekî hat nîşan lê girt gavên min nagihêjinê

For således elskede Gud verden, at han gav sin enbårne søn, for at enhver som strækker ud hos ham, ikke skal fortabes, men have evigt liv (John G. Paton's oversættelse)

Hun gav sig omsider til at elske verden, men kun fordi den skulle udslettes sammen med hende.

≫Rækker man Fanden en lillefinger…≪ grinede Filip. ≫Så tager han hele armen,≪ svarede Lucifer og gav slip. Han så på Filip med et hævet øjenbryn. ≫ Og rækker man ham en hånd…≪ ≫Så tager han hele sjælen≪

There is a very simple reason why Lion El'Jonson did not take part in the final battles of the Horus Heresy. It is beautifully simple, when you consider it. He was waiting.' 'Waiting for what?' Boreas asked quietly. 'He was waiting to see which side won, of course.

Jag frågade mamma varför jag inte fått följa med henne den där kvällen. Hon svarade alltid samma sak. Hon tyckte så synd om pappa att hon gav honom det finaste hon hade

Några år senare skulle han bli en som gav bort bröd, inte stal det - ytterligare bevis på hur motsägelsefull människan är. En nypa godhet. En nypa ondska. Tillsätt vatten och rör om.

She had come out tonight because she believed there had to be a present tense, somewhere, and she'd followed Gav and Barnesy because she'd hoped they knew where it was. Is. And they'd dragged her to yet another haunted house. Where was the now? In bloody America, probably, apart from the bit that Tucker lived in, or in bloody Tokyo. In any case, it was somewhere else. How could people who didn't live in bloody America or bloody Tokyo stand it, all that swimming around in the past imperfect?

Han lutade sig mot relingen, gav sin tribut till evigheten och spottade i havet.

Du kunne fått den globusen eg kjøpte til bursdagen din. Eg gav den til Fretex. Eg ville ikkje gi heile verda til ein som ikkje ville ha meg.

Hvordan kan det gå til?' spørger Britt-Marie. 'De glemte, hvad der gav dem succes,' svarer han. 'Hvordan finder man det igen?' spørger hun. 'Man begynder forfra,' siger han.

man gav os vores frihed sort på hvidt til en symfoni af knuste ruder og pistolskud på et klaviatur af brændende kors

Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thou gav’st thy golden one away

Knowing what she did...it makes me not want to have her anywhere near them," Callum growled with a frown. "It's a little late for that. I mean, I'm sure Gav knows a guy that could dig her up, but even though I hate the woman, I don't necessarily want her swimming with the fishes," I joked in my best Brooklyn accent, pushing past the nervousness I felt with sarcasm.

Do you want me ta' beat up your friends, Mommy?" he whispered conspiratorially.               I removed my hands from my head and opened my eyes to look at him.               "What are you talking about, Gav?"               He brought his hands up and put them on my chest, resting his chin on top.               "Your friends, Mommy. The ones who maded you sick," he said in a voice that clearly screamed, "Duh."               I wrapped my arms around his little body and shook my head at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about, buddy."               He let out an exasperated sigh. Poor kid. He got stuck with a dumb mother.               "Papa says your friends Johnny, Jack and Jose maded you sick. Friends shouldn't do stuff like that, Mommy. If Luke maded me sick, I'd punch him in the nuts!

Det havde altid været et mål at få pension. Det var blevet sagt allerede ved hans vugge, at han skulle være noget, der gav ret til pension, når han blev 65. Pensuionen havde så at sige været formålet med hans liv.

Mjukt och ömsint överlämnade sig alla ting åt existensen liksom trötta kvinnor plumsar ned i skratt och mumlar med grötig röst: "Det känns skönt att få skratta"; de bredde ut sig framför varandra, de gav varandra det vidriga förtroendet att de existerade. (s. 224)

Albanian dogs go “ham ham.” In Catalan, dogs go “bup bup.” The Chinese dogs say “wang wang,” the Greek dogs go “gav gav,” the Slovenians “hov hov,” and the Ukrainians “haf haf.” In Iceland, it’s “voff,” in Indonesia, it’s “gong gong,” and in Italian, it’s “bau bau.

- Jag älskar honom, sa han. - Jag också, sa hon. Han böjde sig ner mot henne. - Kunde den omständigheten att vi mötts i denna djupa känsla bilda utgångspunkt för ett lån på fem tusen kronor? Hon tog fram sin plånbok, öppnade den, gav honom två tusenkronorssedlar.

I have us'd it, nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters thy mother; for when thou gav'st them the rod, and put'st down thine own breeches, [Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep, And I for sorrow sung, That such a king should play bo-peep And go the fools among.

Una orden es un acto de agresión; un deseo es un acto de sumisión

La paz en sí, inmutable y eterna, es una constante en la vida. La ira fugaz, es un lapso momentáneo, cuando uno pierde la voluntad.

Presence of mind in all things, I counsel. Be aware of thyself before all else.

As I said, be careful from whom one gains knowledge and be aware of the price of its acquisition.

When one has no power, one will seek hope from any source.

To know is to be tempted.

We each are only guests in the lives of others." Sar Luther

For the first and the last time in his life, Corax cried. He cried not for the loss of life, though it was great. He cried not for the degradation that has been heaped upon his dead warrior, though it was obscene. He cried for all Astartes, for the shame that Horus has brought upon them. They had been the Emperor's trusted sword, and they had betrayed him. It mattered not that Corax himself had remained loyal, he was Astartes and the shame of one was the shame of all. 'Will they ever trust us again?' A tear rolled down his cheek and dropped onto the fallen Raven Guard. Should they trust us, was the next question.

Forresten skulle han snart bli førstekontorist, så det var på tide å oppføre seg seriøst. Så han gav avkall på fløytespel, på dei heite kjenslene og fantasien; for alle borgarar har ein gong i ungdommelig glød, om ikkje anna så for ein dag eller eit minutt, trudd seg i stand til grenselaus lidenskap og høgttravande bedrifter. Den mest middelmåtige libertinar har drøymt om sultaninner; kvar notar ber i sjela si skar av ein poet.

Gavin, come on. Mommy doesn't feel good," I complained. He stopped bouncing and leaned forward to sprawl his body out on top of me, putting his face right up to mine. "Do you want me ta' beat up your friends, Mommy?" he whispered conspiratorially. I removed my hands from my head and opened my eyes to look at him. "What are you talking about, Gav?" He brought his hands up and put them on my chest, resting his chin on top. "Your friends, Mommy. The ones who maded you sick," he said in a voice that clearly screamed, "Duh.

«Eliza opened her furry black satchel. She pulled out a portable CD player. “Gav, look here. Once, I loved this machine. Because it plays all my CDs. But nobody buys music in the stores any more! Even I don’t pay for music, and I’m rich! I’m carrying a zombie in my purse!” “Well, yes, that platform is obsolete now, but a new business model will arise for music.” “No it won’t! That’s a lie! Nobody will ever pay! The music business is the walking dead! Don’t lie to me.” Eliza stuffed her doomed device back in her furry purse. Gavin rubbed his chin. “Your Digital Native generation really has some issues.”»

The voice that breathed o’er Eden, That earliest wedding-day The primal marriage blessing, It hath not passed away. Be present, heavenly Father, To give away this bride, As Eve thou gav’st to Adam Out of his own pierced side. Be present, gracious Savior, To join their loving hands, As Thou didst bind two natures In Thine eternal bands. Be present, Holy Spirit, To bless them as they kneel, As Thou for Christ the bridegroom The heavenly spouse dost seal. O spread Thy pure wings o’er them! Let no ill power find place, When onward through life’s journey The hallowed path they trace, To cast their crowns before Thee, In perfect sacrifice, Till to the home of gladness With Christ’s own bride they rise.

Jeg betalte støvlen med penge, men gav tjeneren to cigaretter for at komme en snaps i, eller rettere han bøjede sig ned og sagde, han havde kommet en snaps i, og jeg bød ham en cigaret og bad ham tage en til, det er ret kompliceret at forklare, men for at springe i det så havde jeg været ombord i hans datter — eller hvad man nu skal benævne det; det der foregik, var coitus condomatus eller coitus interruptus, alt efter hvem man var sammen med, men de fleste af os ville ikke ane, det var dét, de havde været blandet ind i, hvis man spurgte, og først senere har jeg slået op og undersøgt, hvad det vil sige, at når tyskerne så selvfølgeligt tiggede cigaretter, var det på grund af den tabendes instinktive følelse af collectandi jus; det hørte jeg en dag en tysk katolsk præst sidde og sige langsomt til en dame på en bænk.

surroundings, if unchecked can lean towards being paranoid. Being paranoid is just as ineffective as not being aware at all. The goal is to enjoy life to the full whilst at the same time being more aware of what’s going on around you. I believe that the one cannot exist without the other, i.e. you can’t truly squeeze the most out of life if you are paranoid

I always thought Gav was my solution. My savior. Not until now did I consider for one second that he could part of my problem. That he was making me weak by being my strength.

Han angret at han hadde latt seg overtale av Annika til ikke å undersøke hvor nøkkelen hørte til. Jonas hadde også straks villet finne ut hvor i huset dette rommet var, men Annika hadde vært urokkelig. Dette hadde de ikke noe med. Og kanskje hadde hun rett – de visste jo ikke hva de gav seg ut på …

Fru Weasley vækkede dem tidligt den følgende onsdag. Efter en let morgenmad bestående af et halvt dusin bacon-sandwiches hver klædte de sig på og gav sig til at vente” (Harry Potter og Hemmelighedernes Kammer, J.K. Rowling)

I did something that should not have been done and, by direct consequence of that decision, I sit here now and my world is destroyed, my oaths broken with my legacy one of misery and treachery.

So it is with nephilla and their masters, especially the Architect of Fate. The balance of power is never certain and lies are so easily cloaked in the lightest truth. From that first encounter to the last on the eve of Caliban’s death, I thought I was in control and forged a path for Caliban and the Order. In truth, I was waylaid long ago by a false map and led like a fool into the most treacherous depths, from which I never freed myself. It is always the way when dealing with the powers of the warp. Your first steps always seem to be in the right direction, but you will never know at what point you started following their road, because after a time you forget there was a destination at all, and all that remains is the journey.

He say to me but if I free you who will play for me at nite. I say to him I will play for you master Thomas sir. I wont leev you. I will play for you as a free man. He thot about that and he took out some papr and he rote out what he tol me was my freedom paprs and he gav me them with my fiddle. I never let them paprs out o my site. Them papr and my fiddle kept me alive. I beggd him on my hands and nees to let my momma be free too and she wood stay here and hep him. He tol me he coodnt do that. I went to tell momma that I was free. I tol her I was goin to find work after master Thomas past and that I was comin back for her to buy her freedom when I made enuff money from my playing. You no what my momma tol me? She tol me dont Never come back to this place. You go be free and dont you Never look back. Master Thomas died in his Bed. The Missus made me play that song he loved. I lef a few days later. The nex yeer I did come back to find momma but she was Gone. You no why I tol you all this and made you rite it down? Because Master Thomas was a teribl man. He did teribl things to my momma and to my brother and to many other slaves. Even tho he did all that I still lookt him in the eye and treetd him with respekt. No mattr how mad I was. No mattr how bad things got. I was always respektfl. Even when I didnt get no respekt. I dont never want you to forget that girl. I wont

Monsters to kill monsters,’ whispered Branne. ‘Is this what we’ve become?’ Corax did not share his thoughts as he watched the first of the squads descending into the complex, bestial and deformed...Perhaps, he thought, this was what we have always been.

Okay.” He twists, reaching between his seat and mine, rummaging in the back seat. “Fuck. I know I don’t have an umbrella but I was hoping there was something you could put over your head so you won’t get wet.” I giggle. “Gav. This won’t be the first time a Hammer brother has gotten me wet, I promise. Hell, this won’t be the first time you’ve gotten me wet.

När jag var liten gav min farsa mig stryk om jag spillde mjölk, Leo. Det lärde mig inte att låta bli att spilla. Det gjorde mig bara rädd för mjölk.

-No- I swallowed past the fear in my throat- But I'm afraid of fucking it up. - We all fuck things up, Gav. it's how we fix them after we've broken them matters.

Aynı anda hem ışık hem karanlık olmaz. Işık yanarsa aydınlık olur; sönerse karanlık olur. Kalbin durumu da böyledir. Onun içinde muhabbetullah/Allah sevgisi olması lazımdır. Muhabbetullah yoksa başka şeyler vardır. Başka şeyler olunca kalbe Allah muhabbeti girmez.

Jensen var det enda svarta alter ego jag hade. Han föddes svart eftersom pappa hade fördomar mot svarta. Han föddes in i mig så att jag kunde utveckla uppskattning för alla möjliga sorters människor. Han gav mig perspektiv så att jag inte skulle bli fördomsfull som pappa. Jensen läste om sin ras och gav sig själv ett slavnamn från sjuttonhundratalet. Med kunskapen Jensen gav mig, har jag förståelse för rashistoria och kamp.

Ola gjekk etter systrene ut, og så gav han seg til å følgje dei det første stykket, enda Sara kom ut på trappa og ropte etter han og ville ha greie på kvar han hadde tenkt seg. – Til sommarfjøset! sa Ola, han skulle berre hente eit reip. – Reip har du nok av her heime! sa Sara. Men dette var det finaste, ropte Ola, så dette reipet ville han henge seg i.

Psykiatriens nuværende tunnelsyn med dens ensidige fokus på lægemidler er utrolig dyr for vores nationaløkonomi, idet denne strategi har forårsaget en dramatisk stigning i antallet af kronisk syge mennesker og antallet af mennesker på førtidspension. Det ville være langt billigere og føre til betydelige forbedringer i den mentale sundhed, hvis vi brugte stofferne meget lidt og gav folk den psykoterapi, de har brug for.

Tannlegen gav etter. Folk måtte til sjuande og sist få bestemme over sin eigen kjeft.

Mom?" I jerked around to see Gavril standing at the door to my study, as if I'd called him. "Gav?" I sighed when I looked at his face. Something was wrong. Would he tell me what that was? Probably not. He and Gavin wore the same look on most days—as if they'd done something horrible and weren't ready to own up to it yet. "Dad and I have talked. Several times." "I know." I did. My son just hadn't bothered to talk to me. Until now. "I didn't know, Mom. How was I to know she was related? Nobody knew that, except you." "If you'd been a little nicer, she could have told you herself," I snapped. "She knew?" "The whole time. She saw it in your face. Saw it in my face, whenever she looked at a photograph. Nothing like getting mistreated by family, huh?" I lowered my eyes and pretended to scroll through figures on the comp-vid. "You had that asshole hit her in the face and break bones." "That'll follow me until the end of time," Gavril muttered, ducking his head. "Probably just like the fact that your father sired a vampire, and then did absolutely nothing in the sire department. He didn't teach her a single thing, starved her and worked her—with your help—day and night. I've been advised, you see." I still didn't look up from the comp-vid. "Your assistants hired that dickhead Rathik Erwin, who stole from her and got her attacked by the other dickhead, Skel Hawer," Gavril attempted to deflect my wrath onto new targets. "I've already had that discussion—with my assistants and with Norian," I snapped. "You, on the other hand, see fit to speak with your father several times, while I, having been gone for months, see you three weeks after I return—temporary death notwithstanding." "Yeah. That's just, well, Mom, I'm sorry." "If your aunt hadn't been here and decided, even after you and your father did your best to kill her, to save my ass anyway, where would we be right now? Answer that, will you?" "Mom, you know I don't have any excuse. Sometimes I wish you'd just punch me and get it over with." "Gavril Tybus Montegue, that's pure stupidity, so stop it now. You don't know what it's like to get punched in the face by someone who's supposed to be your parent. I do. Take your lumps. You fucked up. Admit it." I threw the comp-vid in my hand at the wall so hard it shattered. "Grant will just have to use the crown's funds to buy another one," I growled. "Gavril, go home. Come back when you're more sorry and I'm less pissed." He disappeared and I wiped away stubborn tears.

I friminuttet var det ein eldre gut som brått gav han ein dytt i magen med albogen, og så fekk han høyre det han fram til da ikkje visste noko om: – Du må ikkje tru at du er så mykje betre enn andre, du som har ei syster som er tyskarunge!

I friminuttet var det ein eldre gut som brått gav han ein dytt i magen med albogen, og så fekk han høyre det han fram til da ikkje visste noko om: – Du må ikkje tru at du er så mykje betre enn andre, du som har ei syster som er tyskarunge! Resten av dagen låg som i ei tåke, og det gjorde også vandringa heim til garden der foreldra var i ferd med å plukke poteter.

Dei sa at dei ikkje hadde hatt noka aning om at toget skulle koma over brua, og at dei ikkje kunne rygge. Togføraren rygga da toget tilbake, og dei kom seg over til den andre sida. Deretter kom han ut og gav dei to i bilen ei innføring i all den uttrykksvariasjonen som finst i det engelske språket. Dei måtte berre finne seg i det.

Conrad tillhör de sjömän som får uppleva hur ångan triumferar och seglen försvinner från haven. Han befinner sig mitt inne i ett väldigt maktskifte. En tusenårig tradition bryts och ett helt nytt element förs in. På segelfartyget är det kaptenen och hans män som är förmedlarna mellan Gud och världen. De fångar in och tyglar vinden som driver fartyget framåt. Seglaren lever i nära förbindelse med naturen, som han måste böja sig för, som han betjänar och utnyttjar. När ångan kom, togs makten från kaptenen och gavs åt maskinisten i maskindjupet. Man seglade inte på havet längre utan plöjde sig genom det. Befälet på bryggan flyttades ned, förnedrades, hade blott själva navigeringen kvar och inte kraftöverföringen.

and that’s when I saw it. A medium-sized box sitting right in the center of the room, wrapped up in Transformers wrapping paper. Unopened. Someone must have arrived late and left it. No way would Fat Gav have left a present unopened otherwise.

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Et par gange havde vi gået ekstra ture ind i de små byer og tjekket nogle huse ud, der lå lidt fra søen. Der var et sted, der trak i mig, hver gang vi gik. Det lå lidt fra vandet, måske nogle hundrede meter inde i landet, og en lille asfalteret vej ledte fra syd mod nord i området, mens en større å krydsede igennem området fra øst mod vest ud i søen. Der lå syv huse i umiddelbar nærhed af hinanden, og det var Bulderbyhuse i ægte Lindgren-stil. Der var små folde, hvide hegn, køkkenhaver og frugttræer. Vi havde rekognosceret området flere gange, og vi var sikre på, at der ikke var mennesker tilbage i nærheden. Det var oplagt, at vi skulle slå os ned der, men det gav ingen mening uden de andre. Uden de andre. Det var der, vi var nu. Uden de andre. Det var kun Haady og mig, og derfor trådte plan B i kraft. Vi forlod Gissen sø til fordel for Vimmerby og håbet om at finde strøm og net og ødelægge Beredskabet indefra. Vi pakkede tingene sammen i hytten og satte kurs mod byen. Der var knap tyve kilometer, men det føltes som at gå ind i en helt anden verden efter de mange dage ved søen omgivet af natur og vand. Da husene sluttede tæt om os, stoppede jeg op et øjeblik og snurrede langsomt rundt for at tage det hele ind, denne nye virkelighed, det ensomste menneske i verden. ”Hvad tænker du?” spurgte jeg, selvom jeg vidste, at han var lige så meget på bar bund som jeg, som Mio og Jum-Jum på jagt efter den dybeste hule i det sorteste bjerg. Men vi havde ingen pilefløjter til at hjælpe os på vej. ”Vi finder et godt sted at slå os ned. Det ville være perfekt, hvis vi kunne finde et butikscenter med møbler, tøj og mad i et, så vi kan have alt under samme tag. Der behøver vi heller ikke frygte eventuel oprydning.” Oprydning betød lig. Menneskerester. Hud, hår og knogler. Dyb stank. Jeg nikkede samtykkende, tog en langsom snurretur mere for at prøve at regne ud, hvor sådan et center ville være i en by som Vimmerby, hvis de havde et, men Haady kom mig i forkøbet og pegede skråt fremad mod, hvad der på afstand kunne ligne en form for gågade. ”Kom,” sagde han og vinkede mig med.

That’s one thick door.” ​“Could we blow it?” Gav voice piped in. ​Shep could hear Tanner’s voice come through the public channel. First, a sigh that he probably didn’t intend for the others to hear. ​“Actually, I was thinking we’d just break it down with your thick-ass skull, Gav. We’re in a tube, you idiot! Where would we shelter from the blast? So, no, Gavril the Dim, we can’t just blow the door open unless you’d like a comically accurate lesson in what color your brains are.” ​Tess snickered. ​Gav shrugged non-confidently. “I know that.

I can get gingerbread men anywhere," whined a little boy. Gav privately wondered what kind of parent brought a child into a lair of evil, but wasn't about to argue with someone who had already picked up four weasels-on-a-stick.

It’s one of the most stable ignition elements for plasma weapons, for a start. They say a plasma gun made with Kragmeer ansidium has only a forty-five per cent malfunction rate.

It was a precautionary measure, unlikely to be used, but the designers of the pistol perhaps had lived in more turbulent times, when even the craftworlds had raised their weapons against each other.

Da hun så op igen, trådte Ilmal ind ad døren og efter ham kom Mevarn. Det gav et sæt i hende, og Calras vendte sig og kiggede på hende. Hun tvang sit blik væk og stirrede i stedet ned i bordet, da hendes ansigt blev blodrødt. Tusind følelser flaksede op som en sværm af sorte fugle, der i et nu lettede fra jorden. Tusind følelser, hun vidste, hun havde, men ikke rigtigt havde erkendt. Mevarn med øjne som havets blå dybder, Mevarn med den varme latter, følelsen af hans hænder om hendes, hans arm om hendes skuldre, nærheden og genkendelsen fra liv før dette. En dyb kærlighed, der fik hendes hjerte til at banke så hårdt i brystet, at det stjal hendes luft i alt for mange øjeblikke.

And in this moment, I finally, finally understand why I fight for Mara. It is because my mother sacraficed everything to bring me here, went hungry so that I would not, lived in squalor so that I would not. Mara is the gift she gav me. And I'll be damned if she did that for nothing. I'll be damned if I don't fight for that gift.

Even for onomatopoeic words, however, there is a large measure of arbitrariness: cuckoos are called ‘cuckoos’ only in English, and to return to our canine example above, there is a remarkable divergence cross-linguistically even in the way barking is represented in print: English dogs go woof! woof! while French ones go ouah! ouah! and Russian ones gav! gav! in spite of the fact that there are no linguistic differences (to the best of our knowledge) between dogs of different nationalities.

She had come out tonight because she believed there had to be a present tense, somewhere, and she’d followed Gav and Barnesy because she’d hoped they knew where it was. Is. And they’d dragged her to yet another haunted house.

Den første Gang man gav dem stærke Drikke! Den levende Ild selv de fik i Aarene! De brølte i lange Tag ud af Halsen af Fryd, vilde have mere! De rasede som Sole, stormede gennem Himmelrummet, deres Øjne fødte en ny Jord og nye Stjerner, de tøede op, som hin Rimthurse i Tidernes Morgen der oversvømmede Alverden, deres Hjerne blev Skyer, deres Knogler Bjerge, der voksede dem Træer på Hovedet, og det ene Ben avlede ikke en men flere Sønner med det andet, de syntes de havde altfor mange; de fablede om deres uhyggelige Kræfter; rejste sig for at rage Himlen ned og troede det var besørget naar de selv faldt omkuld. Det lønnede sig at give dem berusende Sager!

Hon utförde sitt arbete i tysthet [..] Hon gav inte förmannen minsta chans att komma åt henne. Vid anställningen hade han sagt att hon stod under särskild bevakning. Vid minsta antydan till agitation skulle rödkäringen åka ut med huvudet före. Den kvällen hade hon gråtit över att ha blivit kallad för käring, men det var början till en förhärdning som snabbt spred sig även till hennes djupare lager

Vad är det du försöker säga mamma?" sa jag. "Var tydlig." Mamma kastade huvudet bakåt och himlade med ögonen. "Ja, ja, ja. En del dagar drog jag loss, med tänderna, jag drog loss huden på sidan av naglarna och gav dig att äta". "Säger du det här på riktigt nu?" "Du hade inte ens fyllt ett. Jag blandade det med riset. Vad ville du att jag skulle göra? Det finns kvinnor som skär loss stora hudsjok från sina kroppar för att mata barnen med. Det har jag hört på tv." "Herregud mamma", sa jag. "Vad är det för skillnad på det och modersmjölk? Berätta det för mig.

The man who has the will to undergo all labor may win to any good. - Merir Astelan

But I serve the Emperor himself and I learned first-hand that honor is the foe of necessity. - Merir Astelan

Troldmanden satte sig i en af de dybe stole, der stod i små klynger om pejsen, som sendte sit blafrende lilla lys ud over salens gulv og vægge. Hun satte sig i stolen lige ved siden af ham. Han stoppede og tændte sin pibe, mens hans blik var fanget i den lilla flamme, der gav underligt genskin i hans sorte øjne. Da han ikke sagde noget, åbnede hun munden for at sige det noget, hun endnu ikke helt var klar over. ”Jeg er ikke … det er ikke …” ”Nej, Enilia. Og samtidigt jo. Du er her, men du er også der. I Laru, i menneskernes verden.” Gawavolfs blik skiftede fra den lilla flamme til at møde hendes.

To know our enemy we must understand their trajectory. If I can know their history I can predict their future.

The test is in leaving the castle,’ said the Supreme Grand Master. ‘To give up all that came before and begin again with nothing.

Those that cannot lift themselves above their past are doomed to be swallowed by it.

Min sorg var så stor att jag genast förstod att blotta tanken inte skulle räcka, och så snart jag kom hem gav jag ordres om gräddmos, små nötter, crème brulée och zelabub. Det hjälpte inte. Inte ens kanelpudding, som klarat mig genom så många bedrövelser, kunde glädja mig den dagen. Jag gråter ännu i den stund jag skriver detta.

Den, der på et sent tidspunkt af sit liv - støttet af en andens levende blik - får lov at opleve en tidlig lidelse, vil lægge denne lidelse bag sig: Han vil opdage sin kraft. Han kan selv give sig det, hans mor eller hans far ikke gav ham: følelsesmæssig kontakt, varme, pålidelighed og tilfredsstillelse af basale behov. Kun den indefrosne lidelse er destruktiv. Den lidelse, der får sit fuldgyldige udtryk, er skabende. Mennesket som tilknytningsvæsen har brug for et andet menneske til denne befrielse, et, det tør vove at vise sig for.

I ett av templen i Angkor tog en gammal dam i sarong min hand och förde mig till en nisch som badade i ljus, där hon knackade mig på bröstet. Ekot av templets tusenåriga stenar fyllde min bröstkorg och gav mig luft att andas igen.

Trust is a commodity that comes and goes, my dearest friend. Faith is eternal.

Glory is an empty plate to feed from.

I’ll be dead, I’ll not care either way. What matters is how I die.’ ‘And how will that be?’ ‘Fighting for freedom and the lives of my companions, bana-madam.

Mine gode sider bragte mig kun videre, hvis mine fejl æggede dem. De fjernede synden, dette vanærende mærke, der angiver den onde, den dårlige, den dømte. Mine fejl var dynamiske. Jeg havde en stærk følelse af, at mit kendskab til dem gav mig redskaber i hænde, der var gode og brugbare i mit opbyggelsesarbejde. Det gjaldt ikke længere om at få dem skubbet til side eller få undertrykt dem, endnu mindre om at skamme sig over dem, men at beherske dem og i givet tilfælde bruge dem. Mine fejl var på sin vis gode egenskaber. Nu kom jeg på den blinde vej på samme måde, som jeg i sin tid kom på universitet, nemlig for at lære noget. Jeg ville vide alt.

Even the straightest-looking road can sometimes lead you astray, and most that are worth following are far from straight. Even at the journey’s end it is easy to look back upon all the winding turns, hills and dips, and see an inevitable line from the start point to the present. We become blind to all of the junctions, forks and opportunities to leave the road altogether. Thus we remove ourselves from the blame of becoming lost because we set out with good intentions. On Caliban we had a saying about good intentions: You cannot steer the arrow once it leaves the bow.

The powers that seek to corral and corrupt us ask a simple question – what do you want?’ said the former Grand Master. ‘It may be complicated or simple, but we each have a desire within us that can be exploited. All of us. Even you.

Jayce ställde sig upp och jag satte mig ner på golvet, tog tag i hans kuk med min hand. Med min tunga lekte jag med den lilla silver piercingen och belönades med ett hest stön. Jayce tog tag i mina skinkor och klämde några gånger. Medan jag tog honom i min mun och sög gav han mig det första slaget. Det brände till härligt och jag visste att ett rött avtryck skulle synas på min bleka rumpa. När jag lät hans penis glida ut igen lämnade hans försats en krämig linje som jag genast slickade upp. Det smakade salt och Jayce. Underbart!

Apa kamu nggak bisa konsisten? Sebenarnya kamu menetapkan hatimu pada siapa?

Da jeg neste gang traff ho Maria nord i Sykehusbakken, rev jeg lua av «helt til kneet» og bukket ærbødig. Hun stoppet forskremt og gav meg en overhøvling utover all rimelighet. – Det var grenselaust sjofelt, skreik hun, at en sånn storkarspøbel skulle holde ei skikkelig fattigkjerring for narr!

Ensom hadde han vært uten å vite om det. Ensomheten hadde han likt, fordi den gav ham fred til å lese. Men slik fikk han aldri lære å omgås fremmede mennesker. Det hadde han ikke tenkt på, at det var mennesker overalt i de rikene han hadde lest og drømt om.

the time-honored formula of rate times time equals distance. “Gav, based on those signal strength indicators, it means the guy is moving at a steady rate of about ten miles per hour. The interval between decibel changes is steady.” “Yeah. I see that, too.” “What goes at a steady rate of ten miles per hour?” “Beltway traffic. On a good night.” “You know what else?” “No,” he said. “Enlighten me.” “A boat.” She heard a knock at the door, its rhythm following the code she’d established with the master chief. “Gav, I have to run,” she said. “Please keep me updated on anything new from ECHELON.” She stuck the Post-it note next to the most prominent river within the radius of the cell site. Then she hurried to the door and unchained it. Moore’s big face stood blinking at her, a huge black bag slung over his shoulder. Jad and Cary were to either side of him, also carrying black duffels the size of golf bags. She stood aside to let them enter. “The downside to being the one with the suite,” said the master chief, grunting with his load, “is that you get to store all the kit. Sorry, Lisanne.” He shouldered past her, nearly knocking her over the sitting room’s small coffee table. The three of them put their burdens on the floor, then maneuvered chairs close to the cases, unzipping them and inspecting their new gear. They were in civilian clothes. Moore had sweated through his short-sleeve Madras shirt. “Jesus,” said Lisanne. “You guys get enough stuff? Clark said you could spend liberally…But I’m the one who always ends up defending the budget.” Cary unzipped one of the long canvas bags. “You, of all people, should be able to appreciate quality in this

No. No, abrazaría a Gav y le dolería, pero seguiría adelante. Se obligó a pensar en los maravillosos momentos que había pasado con Elhokar en brazos cuando era niño y a no obsesionarse con la imagen de ese niño pequeño muriendo por la lanza de un traidor.

För första gången sedan mamma och Jodie gav sig av andades hon utan att vartenda andetag gjorde ont, kände något annat än smärta. Hon behövde den här båten och den där pojken.

Loneliness is an indulgence for those with the time to spare for it.

Neb a fell dezhañ ober fall, A gav un digarez pe un all. Those who want to do ill, will always find an excuse —BRETON SAYING

And you're calling me because..." "Because I fucked up." "Okay. In a you-sneaked-Melanie-Dunn-into-your-room-and-need-to-get-her-out-before-Mom-sees kind of way? Or a need-to-bring-a-shovel kind of way? Gav, if it's a bring-your-own-shovel kind of event, calling me on the cell phone is what will get us featured on a true-crime podcast.